simple verse from a simple man


In the vacuum of departure, 

Your presence becomes thought; 

Distilled into the memory, 

The presence you had brought. 

In a town of too few people, 

Fewer can be felt; 

And loss intensely written 

On those to whom it’s dealt. 

Upon the vapor trailing, 

Behind the parting jet, 

The sediment of spirit 

And you, I’ll not forget.